in a cab, back of your head across my lap...
oh, grace...
green backseat against the red
of your face...
so goes the lyrics to rufus wainwright's 'imaginary love'. oh, yes, yup... scroll up a bit to find... ta-daaa!! the Greenbackseat! congratulations for being the astute, observant subject that you are! :)
the song has a heavy jazz influence, something one would listen to in a darkened room, maybe in a 30's or 40's era bar, nearing dawn and about to close for the day with just a couple of customers in different states of drunkeness and you... oh you take the cake! hahaha! well thats how i describe the song. its very melancholic, brimming to the core with languid images of the senses running amock because of too much spirit- - figuratively and well, the wine, too. hehehe. if you do have time to look for the MP3, i suggest you do, so you'll know exactly what i'm talking about. :)
in the meantime i chose the 'greenbackseat', and the circumstances being described in the song to represent the atmosphere i want to pervade my blog- - that of an uninhibited, giving-in to your addictions. if you are a book person then by all means, sleep with your books; a food person then tempt me with your delicious offerings. let all hell break loose... wallow in grief, wallow in bliss, joy, pain or ecstasy. your call. just please, remember if you cant take it anymore, just lie comfy in the greenbackseat and lemme do the rest. :)
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